And in a moment I am cast in crimson, bathed in a rosy glow; how the sun gives each dawn without even the asking or the earning of the light. I move my fingers through the air that grows brighter with each passing moment until it becomes a new bold day. Even in winter, as I watch my breath rise skyward, I feel the promise of the gentle spring passing into blood and bone, becoming a deeper part of who I am. By Angela Abraham @daisydescriptionari